I'VE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE! IT'S LIKE I'M BEING TIED TO A YELLOW RENTAL TRUCK --
-- BEING PACKED IN WITH FERTALIZER AND FUEL OIL PUSHED OVER A CLIFF BY A SUICIDAL MICKEY MOUSE! I'VE GOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTA --
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-- GOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTA FIND A WAY!
I don't even like that song very much. It just seems appropriate. I -- need to get out of this house. Mom's driving me crazy. I just -- aaaaaugh. She's on me about packing, which is fine. I leave in four days PRAISE THE LORD. But apparently I worry her. Because I got shitty directions to my friend's house. I couldn't remember exactly how to get there, so I looked on mapquest, right? Well it gave me the wrong Shady Hill. I ended up in East Dallas instead of North Dallas. And -- of course, my brother told my mom this and she bitched me out about it. She said it makes her worry and think I don't know what's going on. And she's not sure I'm ready to drive, because I won't drive with her. ... well yeah, because she'd backseat drive the whole time and make me freak out. But no, that shows I'm immature. What the fuck.
I'm -- running away to New York, I swear. I'll live with my aunt, she's barely there, it'll be great. I'll be an actress and work at Starbucks until I make it. Who's with me?
If I killed myself -- or studied business -- no more parents spitting up on my career. So are you showing? Where's this going? Home for Christmas? Not this year!
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-- GOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTA FIND A WAY!
I don't even like that song very much. It just seems appropriate. I -- need to get out of this house. Mom's driving me crazy. I just -- aaaaaugh. She's on me about packing, which is fine. I leave in four days PRAISE THE LORD. But apparently I worry her. Because I got shitty directions to my friend's house. I couldn't remember exactly how to get there, so I looked on mapquest, right? Well it gave me the wrong Shady Hill. I ended up in East Dallas instead of North Dallas. And -- of course, my brother told my mom this and she bitched me out about it. She said it makes her worry and think I don't know what's going on. And she's not sure I'm ready to drive, because I won't drive with her. ... well yeah, because she'd backseat drive the whole time and make me freak out. But no, that shows I'm immature. What the fuck.
I'm -- running away to New York, I swear. I'll live with my aunt, she's barely there, it'll be great. I'll be an actress and work at Starbucks until I make it. Who's with me?
If I killed myself -- or studied business -- no more parents spitting up on my career. So are you showing? Where's this going? Home for Christmas? Not this year!